I THINK I FINALLY GOT IT, RIGHT GUYS, I KNOW I PROMISED TO FINALLY GET INTO THE STORY AND I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS UNUSUALLY SHORT, BUT I DECIDED TO POST THIS CHAPTER MORE AS A FINAL TEST DRIVE BEFORE GETTING INTO THE RACE SO TO SPEAK, NOW DO ANALYZE THE WRITING STYLE AND DIALOGUES AND SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT, IF YOU DON'T YOU CAN JUST TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG WITH IT AND I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO BEFORE THE REAL STUFF BEGINS, NOW ABOUT THE REAL STUFF BEGINNING, YOU GUYS WANT DESCRIPTION OF THE SCENES THAT APPEARED IN FATE/ZERO EVEN WITHOUT SHIRO'S BEING ON IT OR YOU WANT ONLY THE ONES HE'S PHYSICALLY IN PLACE? BECAUSE USING SCHATTENREICH HE'LL BE PRETTY MUCH ABLE TO KNOW EVERYTHING THAT WILL BE GOING ABOVE GROUND OUT IN THE OPEN DURING THE HOLY GRAIL WAR, SO DECIDE, FULL DESCRIPTIONS OF THE FIGHTS SHIRO DOESN'T JOIN OR JUST HIS ANALYSIS OF THE RESULTS USING HIS SUPER BRAIN?
CHAPTER - 3
Isana Yashiro woke up to the sound of an alarm clock blaring, the infernal metal box screaming at his senses that he shouldn't be sleeping in his lab in the first place.
Realizing the machine wouldn't stop until he indulged it's darkest desires to be touched very hard on its backside, he stretches his hand to reach it hitting a couple of books on the process and sending them to the floor, he tried opening his bleary eyes failing a couple of times, giving up all manner of finesse he simply grabs the infernal device and throws it straight out the window, feeling the weight of the metal contraption leaving his hand and the sound of death and destruction going far away until vanishing, he smiles, guess it pays to have windows in the middle of the stratosphere, hoping it won't fall on anyone down there, he decides to go get some coffee so he can function like a well-oiled machine instead of his own state of cranking and throbbing, getting up from the soft touch of his chair, he starts walking to the kitchen while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and starts wondering why the hell he slept in his lab last night.
You can't really blame him though, try learning that magic is real and receiving books on the subject or how it's called 'Magecraft', to him though it's bullshit.
It says magecraft reproduces what can be accomplished through science, being a nine decades old scientist he can pretty much say everything can be accomplished through science.
What then when science reaches the level where it will be possible to punch a hole through space and travel to parallel universes.
When traveling and manipulating time becomes common technology, all this magus talk about reaching the Akashic Records, what happens the day a pen drive reaches the same amount of storage space the Akashic Records themselves possess.
Who is to say that Alaya isn't just some A.I. created by people on a distant future to prevent humanity from destroying itself acting like an anti-virus every time something big happens.
Who knows maybe the people that touch the root disappears because they are getting sent to the real world to wake up connected to cables like in that matrix movie.
Maybe the world already ended and the people from the future recreated it virtually using all the documented history stored in the databases of their all-powerful supercomputer 'THE ROOT".
Maybe he's just a cheap knockoff of some awesome character, being written in some fanfiction website by a beginner still figuring out how to make his history not suck. 'pfft' "As if that would ever happen." He laughs at that last one.
Deciding he's overthinking things again, he just keeps on his way to the kitchen trying to leave it at that, it isn't like trying to figure out how the universe really works while sleep deprived will get him anywhere, he hadn't realized how his old one did after living in it for nine decades, smirking a little he keeps making his way to the kitchen paying attention to how the sun is starting to rise above the clouds, making it look like the golden army of the Jade Emperor is preparing for battle, guess that alarm wasn't set that late, he keeps walking while feeling the warm rays of the sun that got past the bottom of the clouds touching his skin.
Arriving at the kitchen he sees that there isn't anyone up yet, deciding to make that needed phoenix down in the hopes of going back to the land of the living, he goes to the coffee machine touching it's soft and marvelous buttons on the hope his salvation will come liquid after some beans get crushed and starts waiting for the miracle while smelling the soothing flavor of hope, after all, what's the point of doing anything when you have science, he wonders if magecraft can grind beans while keeping them tasty.
After pouring the coffee into a cup and feeling the reassuring weight and warmth on his hand, he walks to the table at the corner of the kitchen opening the window located behind it so he can watch the clouds while drinking his coffee, feeling the soft touch of the wind on his skin he sits at the chair and starts drinking his coffee feeling the bitter but adictive taste, after he takes the first sip, he wakes up enough to remember what he was doing last night and realizing he didn't check how the tests are going after uploading all that new information to the mainframe, getting up slowly to keep his cup of hope from spilling, he starts running in the lab's direction while balancing the cup with all the grace only a user of gravity manipulation could ever hope to acomplish.
Now sitting on the sofa of the hall feeling the soft touch on his back, stretching his legs over a wooden table that would probably cost a fortune at an auction at Sotheby's, feeling the reassuring support of the table below his feet he looks at his left hand where he's holding the target of his running earlier, a portable device that seems a lot like a tablet consisting only of a see-through screen.
Feeling the touch of the screen on his left hand he starts looking at it and checking the test results while still sipping on his coffee, the tests have been going pretty well, even the analysis of the basic functions of those bounded fields has come through, guess spending all night in a lab to wake up with cramps haven't really been for nothing.
Maybe he should give more information to help Waver on his little war as payment, well that's a thought, deciding to think about it at another time, he finishes his coffee and finally goes back to the land of the living, where it's happy, sunny and it's not doomed to suffering zombie walking, he sets his cup on the table thinking Kuroh will probably pick it up when he cleans the hall, he uses his now free hand, feeling the plastic like texture of the screen upon his touch he sets his drones to go down the mountain where the temple is located to check if there are caves on the structure so he can get better readings on the ley lines there.
Reluctantly giving up the softness of his favorite spot on the blimp he gets up depositing the screen on the table near his empty cup of coffee and goes wake his clan members, with the sound of soft steps across the empty corridors of his flying house he arrives at his male clan member room to realize that the door is open, taking a look inside he discovers Kuroh's room is empty, maybe he's at the dojo, he walks to Neko's room instead, finally finding a closed door for his fingers, he opens it and sees a vision of utter adorableness and fluffyness, she's sprawled diagonally across the bed with her pillow under her armpit, her pajamas crumpled showing her bellybutton and the sheet half down the floor, and she's making cute mofu mofu sounds while breathing in her sleep.
"Neko, it's time to wake up," he looks to his cute friend to see if she's gonna wake up and hears a lovely "Munya."
He just decides it's better to go physically instead, walking up to her supine form, he stretches his hand to her and starts shaking her lightly.
Finally opening her eyes and seeing her favorite person ever so close, she simply sits and jumps him in a single fluid motion that would make gymnasts everywhere proud and envy at the same time.
"Shirooo! Good Morning!" she hugs him with a huge smile plastered across her face, showing how not even waking up can shave on her awesomeness.
"Good morning Neko, it's time to wake up." the boy smiles at her, the silver king can't be seen flustered after all, it would be blasphemy.
Nudging her to change clothes, after much effort, she finally releases him, he waves goodbye to her, turns and walks out of the room closing the door on his way out, while waiting outside and hearing, strangely enough, the sounds of machines from building constructors coming on the other side of the door, after waiting a couple of minutes the door opens to reveal his hyperactive friend in new clothes and weirdly enough shining.
"Shiro, let's go grab Kuroh so we can have breakfast!" not even giving him a choice she grabs his arm and starts pulling him along, realizing it's probably impossible to win an argument against her he just decides to go with the flow feeling how her grip is impossibly strong.
Across the corridors said girl is seen running creating a path of dust clouds carrying a boy doing a personification of a shirt on a clothesline on a windy day, she arrives at the stairs that lead to the lower deck where the dojo currently is probably being used by their designated cook, she decides to go the fast way, using gravity manipulation she walks on the right wall still carrying the flying boy, going down the wall diagonally along the stairs path turning left, seeing the second set of stairs leading down she jumps from the wall, over it, touching the floor lightly and feeling it slide against her feets, she picks up speed after making sure her king is still at the end of her arm, she finally passes two more corridors and sees from afar the dojo's door open, reaching the door she stops sliding looking like a professional ice skater releasing her friend in the process sending him flying across the corridor at a bunch of boxes at the end of it.
'Crash'
"Hungry, Hungry!" the girl smiles and uses her usual upbeat tone looking at her samurai friend that is doing katas inside the dojo.
"Kuroh, could you please make us breakfast?" the silver king shows his usual smile after coming back from his flight malfunctioning looking as pristine as ever, the silver king never loses his composure. it would be blasphemy, he thought on the confines of his mind while using the corner of his eye to make sure he didn't have a single speck of dust on his clothes.
"I'll just be a minute," Kuroh turns to them with his usual calm tone "Wait for me in the hall, I'll take a bath and go make breakfast afterward."
After watching his king and his cat friend leaving, he walks to the wall support and deposits the shinai he was using for training, walking to the entrance of the dojo while hearing the soft floorboards against his feet and smelling his own sweat.
He gets to the entrance and starts going to his room, two corridors and two flights of stairs later he enters his room closing the door in the process.
Walking to his wardrobe opening it and grabbing a towel and closing it, he starts walking to his adjacent bathroom leaving the bathroom's door open thinking it doesn't matter since he already closed his room's door.
Removing his clothes and putting it in a pile on the corner, so he can wash them later together with the ones owned by the other two inhabitants of the blimp, taking into account the other two aren't the type to do chores, going for the shower instead of the tub because his clan members are already hungry and needy.
Opening the shower and feeling the droplets of water touching his skin he grabs the soap and starts scrubbing, after washing the soap away, he grabs his shampoo looking at the flask and seeing it won't last much longer and thinking he should ask his king later if he can replicate it in his lab, he doesn't really think shampoo's bought in the middle of the 80s where techonology isn't anywhere near what he's used to will be anything near his standards, despite what everyone else thinks keeping a silky long hair isn't easy, even the samurais haven't perfected that art yet, opening the bottle and smelling the scent of mint, he turns it vertically and starts squeezing it with his right hand and letting it slowly drop on his left one, closing the top of the bottle with two fingers while holding onto it with his other three, he puts it back into place, using his left hand to spread the shampoo in his now free right one after spreading it on both hands he uses them to spread it across his hair, after some bubbles and washing later, he closes the shower.
Exiting the shower feeling refreshed after a great bath, he grabs the towel from the sink and starts drying his body while feeling the soft touch of 100% cotton, seeing he only got a single towel, he decides to use gravity manipulation to simply remove the water from his hair, seeing the water droplets flying from his hair and uniting into a single huge drop flying in the air he sends it to the sink where it goes down the drain, should've simply left the towel on the wardrobe would've been something less to wash, 'sigh' he throws the towel into the pile of dirty laundry and walks out of the bathroom.
Passing through the door he walks back to his wardrobe opening it on another side to see a bunch of copies of the same outfit and grabs it, his white shirt, black tie, black coat and pants, and of course his katana, a samurai can't be seen without his katana, feeling the reassuring weight of his old companion he closes the wardrobe and exits the room while leaving the door open.
Walking across the corridors at a brisk pace, he remembers that he told the other two to wait in the hall for him to make breakfast, after arriving at the kitchen he rests his katana against the counter grabs an apron and starts making breakfast while taking notes to restock at the supermarket today.
After a good 15 minutes, he looks at the now ready breakfast and nods.
"Shiro, Neko, breakfast's ready," he looks at the direction of the hall and puts his hands across his mouth to make a funnel shape in front of it. "Come eat before it gets cold!"
"Coming!" he hears two voices coming from the hall at the same time and the sound of footsteps across the corridors.
After the two enter the kitchen together, "Sit, while I get the cutlery." he points to the chairs resting near the table where the food is already served.
"Aye, Sir!" they both make a continence and straighten their backs, after it, they run to the table and sit at it while looking at the food, after giving them the chopsticks and sitting as well the trio starts eating.
"Shiro, how has your research been coming along after all that new information you got from those books?" he raises an eyebrow at his king while eating.
"It's been going pretty well Kuroh, even the analysis on those force fields or how they're called by those magus 'bounded fields' are coming along pretty well, I'm able to analyze even their functions right now." the white-haired king smiles to his friend while eating the food.
"Hmm, I didn't see you going to bed yesterday though, even if you are immortal try not to overwork." the samurai squints his eyes to him.
"Eek, you worry too much," Shiro smiles to his friend. "You'll get old really early stressing like that."
"It's my job as the attendant of the king to take care of his health, mental or otherwise." he looks all serious to his king.
"Argh, ok, I'll take care." Shiro relents while looking defeated somehow.
"Thank you, my king," he answers his liege while keeping the professional persona "I'm grateful you saw reason."
"Alright, that's it!" exclaims Shiro while pointing a chopstick in his friend's direction "Stop!"
"As you wish," Kuroh answers not really changing the way he talks "I shall take your orders to heart."
Guess that's just how Kuroh is. 'sigh', he goes back to eating since he probably won't win that one.
After finishing his meal he calls Kuroh and Neko so they can go try the so-called basic magecraft and prana manipulation, the trio goes to Shiro's lab and ends up spending the day there.
- A week later -
The city is sunny, the streets smelling of asphalt, some people are working, some walking with dogs, there are a lot of teenagers walking around with each other, today doesn't seem to have school thought our white-haired protagonist while walking around carrying his iconic wagasa and wearing clothes as aristocratic looking as ever.
Feeling the weight of his companion against his right shoulder he decides to go get some ice-cream to fight the climate, walking to a stall at the corner of the street where a nice looking young man is working.
"Strawberry please," he arrives at the stall, feeling the raspy touch of the bills against his hand he gives them to the vendor "Here."
"Coming right up." the vendor nods after counting the bills and storing them in a box attached to his stall.
"Here you go." the vendor smiles and gives him the ice-cream.
"Thank you," he grabs the ice-cream and starts walking while waving to the vendor "Bye, bye."
If you're wondering why having inviolability still allows him to feel hot the answer is pretty simple, only temperature based 'attacks' are blocked by inviolability, if you're asking yourself why, the answer is simple 'Because, Fiction!'.
After buying the strawberry ice-cream like every great white-haired character in all types of works released by the world of entertainment, they always do choose strawberry, just go ask Dante if you don't believe, turning around the corner into a walkway he comes face to face with a woman being surrounded by three guys looking like delinquents from some old jump manga, she has white long hair, red eyes and wearing a red puffy shirt with a big black lace near the collar pinned by a big gray pendant in the shape of a cross with small rubies at each end, white short skirt, black leggings and white over the knee boots with zippers on the front.
Wondering if those rubies are real he looks at the pendant, deciding it doesn't really matter he just walks to the wannabe gangsters coming from behind them he uses his wagasa to hit the top of their heads so fast in close succession that it causes only a single noise.
'Whack' The wannabe gangsters slowly drop to the floor with their lights out.
The woman looks at him and smiles. He smiles back but before he can say anything he hears footsteps coming from the other side of the path, looking in that direction he sees a woman with golden hair locked in a ponytail, green eyes, wearing a black suit, he wonders if she's some professional bodyguard.
"Irisviel, are you okay?" The blond woman looks frustrated while running in their direction.
"Saber, I'm okay." the now named Irisviel starts walking in his direction and making some suspicious looking movements.
"Iri, I'm not sure what I'm seeing but, why are you hugging a white-haired boy?" Saber makes a face that says she's not sure what's happening anymore.
Said white-haired boy feels a soft touch on his left side, he looks to the direction the softness is coming from and sees Irisviel attached to him like if she drops him he's gonna bolt, to which he probably will.
"Erm, look at his hair, it's like we're related, I'm sure Illya's going to love having an older brother," she looks really smug for some reason that eludes him. "I'm gonna adopt him."
"Iri, you can't simply grab someone on the streets and adopt them." Saber looks exasperated at her charge.
'tehe'
He just looks at the weird white-haired woman hugging him and making a tehepero, and decides it isn't worth getting involved in the conversation at this point, after a couple of minutes consisting of the two women bantering with each other and deciding without his opinion whether he will or won't get adopted, the trio finally officially introduces themselves to each other.
"I apologize in my master's place for showing you such an unsightly thing," she bows at Shiro with her legs closed together and her arms stretched vertically over her chest with her hands touching her legs "You may call me Saber."
"Mou, Saber!" she puffs her cheeks at saber, after going back to normal she turns to him and does a very textbook curtsy while holding both sides of her skirt "I'm Irisviel Von Einzbern, you may call me Iri."
"Nice to meet you both," he smiles at them nodding to each in turn. "I'm Isana Yashiro, you can just call me Shiro."
They both smile at him and nod, Irisviel grabs him and starts running in the street's direction.
Walking across the streets with a mischievous snow fairy on his left side and on his right one someone who would give Kuroh a good challenge about the ways on the path of strictness, he remembers how he was going to say goodbye and be on his way, Irisviel had other plans though and didn't want to let him go, making him accompany saber and her on their shopping spree.
"Miss Irisviel, are you sure you can take so much stuff home?" he looks at the huge amount of bags all over saber.
"Yep, the car is nearby," she smiles at him, then she makes a serious face puts her left hand on her hip extends the right one and points at him "No miss Irisviel to you, sir, you have to call me Iri like saber does."
"If you say so." he smiles at her keeping his usual composure.
They keep walking while Iri goes from shop to shop choosing more clothes while he and saber keep waiting outside.
"So she's always so active?" he looks to the shop that Irisviel just entered and turns to saber.
"Umu, Iri is a free spirit." she nods to him while making an enlightened pose.
"I haven't seen you guys around town before." he concentrates on her face.
"Yes, we did arrive today, we're on vacation. Iri's family owns a castle in the woods." she looks at him squinting her eyes a little bit.
"Oh, so she's from THOSE Einzbern's?" he smiles at her. "I wondered that when she introduced herself."
"Hoh, you're pretty well informed." she squints a little bit more at him.
"Not really, everyone in town knows that the Einzberns own a castle in the woods." he grins at her.
"Oh, is that so?" she looks at him analyzing if what he's saying is true or there is something more to it.
After he and saber finish small-talking Iri exits the shop carrying more bags and hands them to saber that is carrying a small mountain in her arms, for someone so tiny it seems she has a lot of strength, deciding to help her with some of the bags she nods to him and they both resume going along with Irisviel.
After two hours going to clothing stores and food stalls, he finally is waving goodbye to the two new friends he made while they're entering a car with Irisviel on the wheel, after hearing the sound of the engine the car suddenly jumps forward drifts on the crossroad and vanishes from view, he wonders if they'll be alright, after stopping in a confectionery he buys some chocolate cake for Neko and decides to go home.
SO, GUYS, THAT WAS IT. HOW WAS IT? PLEASE TELL ME IT WAS GOOD, I TRIED REALLY HARD IN THIS ONE, 'sigh', ANYWAY IF YOU GUYS ARE WONDERING WHY SHIRO WAS ABLE TO TELL GILGAMESH AND RIDER WERE SERVANTS AND NOW THAT SABER IS IN TOWN HOW HIS COMPUTER COULDN'T TELL HIM THAT SHE IS ONE, I WILL LET YOU GUYS FIGURE THAT ONE OUT, I PROMISE THE REASON IS PRETTY NASUVERSE FRIENDLY.